Izzy’s Demise

Crime Fiction By John Haymaker Rain crashed a late night frat party. Just after one, Alex stumbled back to the student ghetto and up the rickety stairs to his loft. Once inside he misplaced his keys. He pat himself up and down but forgot about the keys the moment he found the dime bag heContinue reading “Izzy’s Demise”

No Reason

Crime Fiction by K.A. Williams A blonde woman stepped out of the red front door with a blond man who zipped up her canary yellow dress.  Since I wasn’t being paid for using any of my high-tech surveillance gadgets, that was all the proof of infidelity I needed.  The blonde balanced herself on spike heelsContinue reading “No Reason”

Will You Love Me Tomorrow?

Flash Fiction By Ernie Sadashige “I thought you said you loved me.” Won Ton’s words cut deep, deeper than the katana sword which he aimed at my heart. Red reflections pulsed along shimmering steel, mirroring blood on water whenever the neon sign on the window blinked: Eat in. Take out. Won Ton and I wereContinue reading “Will You Love Me Tomorrow?”

Tombstone, AZ

Flash Fiction By Katherine Yocum Wednesday, July 4, 2007 The last body was found on the parched banks of the San Pedro River. Bloated, bulging, barren. Like a circus balloon holding onto its last bit of helium, floating aimlessly between abandoned rides and forgotten stands. This was Jane Doe number eight. The community had letContinue reading “Tombstone, AZ”

Salvatore

Flash Fiction by Shara Janae The piercing headlights of passing cars blur and blotch the road in front of me. I blink them away, but my head throbs with the beat of every white line. I’ve been driving for hours, arms pulled tight as bands, balled fists on the wheel. I unwrap each finger fromContinue reading “Salvatore”

The Living Space

Dystopian Story By Melissa R. Mendelson The walls were white. The carpeting was as uncomfortable as the sheets. The covers were soft but stained, the pillow flat. The slippers barely held together, and I kicked them aside. The pajamas hung loosely, and I held the waist to keep my pants from falling down. The bathroomContinue reading “The Living Space”

Thirty Years Of Silence

By Melissa R. Mendelson Today said good-bye as its warm light flooded the compartment, settling on her knees. The glass window reflected both hope and sadness, yesterday felt far away, but tomorrow was even further. Her fingertips lingered along the metal frame, shaking with each vibration, and her hand fell toward the speaker near herContinue reading “Thirty Years Of Silence”

Hustler Man

By Dick Johnson I’m a hustler by trade. Basically, I work very hard to avoid having a traditional job. I just don’t like people telling me what to do and living according to some made up rules, which mean nothing to me. Now, being a hustler doesn’t mean I always commit crimes. I do workContinue reading “Hustler Man”